Short Skilful Poems

Short Skilful Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Skilful by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Skilful by length and keyword.

Daily toil is yours

Bricks all laid in perfect form

Art from skilful hands





For my talented husband
have read a few great senryu today  and thought I'd try one.

© Margaret Foster  

A skilful magician  - was glad and proud.
 Sitting in the cell, he did not lose  a heart.
Just clicking with  finger  he quickly took out
 Eggs, chickens and rabbits- from his shabby hat

© Alex Klugman  

You make me 
anticipate pleasure;
while you glide
across the floor.
I observe your
elegant contours,
your elbows,
and more…
Your pale eyelids,
marked eyelashes
like a skilful ink stroke.
You glance in my direction-
I return a smile.

© David Byrne  

To thee I sing a dirge,
As I behold the mangled sight,
Pity, I couldn't turn back the hand of clock, or
Edit the disfigured pattern,
So grotesque as I watch, the
Time-worn piece in my front,
Reminding me of those far away years,
You came to be by my skilful hands.

© Modupe Sefunmi  

gestures
   free&loose
unconsidered
       assumptions
subject to invention
oftimes
open
      yet
        crystal clear-
pure
     joy
skilful
     realms of gold
                of longing
legends
        of
          the
              heart's
                 desire

© Brian Strand  

Life is a restless ocean
I am a vessel adrift,
Life is a searing furnace
I am a broken twig.
Life is a searching stormwind
I am a tail-less kite,
Life is the night approaching
I am a bird in flight.
Life is a skilful hunter
I am a creature, wild,
Life is a patient teacher
I am an ignorant child.
Marj Bless

© Marjorie Howitt  

I've never been a gambler 
For I've never liked the odds
And out the horse racers
Seems a hell of a job

I don't like the pokies
For it seems a waste of time
Looking at the colours 
As they run around in kind

I am not skilful at cards 
For I could never bluff
So now I ponder hard
The odds is not enough.

© Paul Warren Poetry

© Paul Warren  

The colour of life
Nature's healing remedy
Administered through the eyes
Flows through the nerves
To heal the mind,
To bring forth gratitude,
And joy and thanksgiving.

Yes, green is good.
See, how the Great Designer
The skilful Creator God
Purposely knitted it,
On leaves tiny and huge,
Carpeted and canopied the forests.
Painted the valleys 
Crafted the hills
With colour of life.

Love it green.
Keep it green.

© Mbonea Yonazi